Meanwhile, let us have a sip of tea. the afternoon glow is
brightening in the
bamboos, the fountains are bubbling with delight, the soughing of pines is heard in our kettle. let us dream of
evanescence, and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things. - The Book of Tea
Saturday, March 10, 2007
I could be your favourite girl
If I could be sweet, I know I've been a real bad girl - I didn't mean for you to get hurt Forever, we can make it better Tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?
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